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Freedom is an EngineFreedom is an engine Powering two wheels Freedom is asphalt Moving inches under your heelsFreedom is an Engine
Freedom is resistant wind turning your hair into tiny whips Freedom is a sun bleached scalp Sore skin and chapped lips
Freedom sounds like thunder Akin to a lion's roar Freedom is traveling across the nation finding new lands and wanting more
Freedom is on the highway On the side road and roadside diners I trust mechanics to show me freedom Not help from any diviners


The Last BossFinally Just you and I Alone in struggle One doomed to dieThe Last Boss
A final moment A beat in my chest Before the battle begins to lay you to rest
The last great battle Now steel and lead clash We continue our struggle Until into Hell we crash
No more second chances This is our last desperate fray A monster made of ones and zeroes To fall by my hand 'fore end of day


The City CriesThe city cries with me As things are, I must depart To abandon my spoiled beginnings And make a brand new start Her sky weeps openly As does my beating heart And though I leave her in body Our souls may never partThe City Cries
These pangs of tears match perfectly With the thunder and the rain As if the city were telling me That leaving now would cause her pain The darkness of the night Now accuses me of acts of Cain Cutting deep into me citys heart In hopes of rewards Ill gain
But I could never harm her Its not my nature to


DivisionDivision still runs through this nation Perhaps it has since its creation But now a bitter lamentation Has spread across the landDivision
The bitter hosts of a sweetened lie In pseudo-patriotism cry About how now the end is nigh And demand our leader canned
The blinded fools in victory Depend on lovely words to see While the defeated mourn the free And thus a fire is fanned
In medias both paper and visual We see the effects of our choice residual And hear cries of televised individuals Divining salvation or death by his hand
Reg


The Creatures of NightThe dark things that crawl, and flit through the night. The creatures that hide, that leap and cause fright.The Creatures of Night
These are the things hidden from view, oh all those stories, I wish they weren't true.
But lo, they are. Those creepy crawlies kept in a jar.
Should you go out, creep into the dark, make sure not to pout, for a creature might lark to your noise, might take a lead, grab ahold of your 'toys', tearing them and giggling as you bleed...


MourningThere’s one thing/person/entity/existence that just doesn’t care – Death. At once both the most personal and impersonal item on all of our agendas, a split second that lasts for an eternity in our minds. Often, we give it no credence, no attention – then, suddenly, it blinks into our awareness. Knowing of Death’s inevitability isn’t the same knowing of existence, it’s a fantasy presumed by our celebrating sociology that prepares us in a minor fashion. Our evolution brings us to a point that is underprepared for. We know it’s coming, but until that last gasp of the swinging scythe, we neveMourning


The Spaces BetweenI used to walk comfortably within the spaces between phrases Taking time to rest during conversationThe Spaces Between
pauses.
Finding them to be places where I would collect my scattered thoughts
I was at peace in those places A little scornful of those who felt the need to filleveryspacewithwordslestsilenceoverwhelmthem
Yet now those moments of quiet do not offer comfort They are a trap for my mind  
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To Narnia and the North, Live long and prosper but most of all Shalom
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Dear humanity, we regret being alien bastards, we regret coming to Earth, and we most definitely regret the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet!
DA SIS~ ((ILY))~ ~Fire-Ninja-Pirate
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"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be." Unknown
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"Unfortunately, most of my inspiration comes from life and and the Internet."
-me
*Writers-Club
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Pongo teh Panda Bear~~!
i'm not crazy... i swear.... okay... maybe just a little... on the inside... but don't tell anyone okay? ;D
i needs more visits
Your welcome, I'm glad it made you laugh.
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"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be." Unknown
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"Unfortunately, most of my inspiration comes from life and and the Internet."
-me
*Writers-Club
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"I know things are bad and getting worse
But after all this I can rest awhile
And then Ill party, party"
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"Unfortunately, most of my inspiration comes from life and and the Internet."
-me
*Writers-Club
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"'Tis ne'er, e'er o'er, m'lo'er o' clo'er!"
--Strong Bad as Dr Marvin Rubdown
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